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Chapter 261

The⁠⁠ connection had been‌ cut.

Adolf‌‍‍ Fridian was bewildered‍‌‍ by the sudden‌ loss of contact.​​

Why?​

Hadn’t⁠ they said they‌ had successfully brainwashed‌‌ Fernan?

That‌​⁠ now they could‌ get everything they​​ wanted?

Had​ something gone wrong?​‌

He‌​‌ felt confused and‌ uneasy.

Just‍⁠‌ when he began​‌⁠ to investigate in‌​ secret, it was‌ publicly announced that⁠ Count Daniel was⁠‍‍ a Corrupt.

At‍ that moment, Adolf‌​ Fridian felt the​ world crumble before‌ his eyes.

If‌ it was revealed‍‌ that Daniel was⁠​ a corrupt, then​‌‍ he—who had been​⁠ allied with him—wouldn’t‍‌ come out unscathed‌⁠‌ either.

‘Will‍​​ Fridian fall because⁠ of me…?’

He‍ didn’t care if‌‍ he was the​‌ one to suffer⁠⁠⁠ the consequences. He‌ knew he had‌‍ done something wrong‌⁠ and was prepared‍ to face punishment.‌⁠​

But⁠⁠⁠ not the duchy⁠ of Fridian.

Everything‌​ he had done⁠‍ was for the‍ sake of Fridian,​ to elevate it​‌‍ and end discrimination—and⁠​ now, because of‌ him, he had‍ only stained it.‍‍‌

He‌ had to prevent​ that at all‌ costs.

No​‌‌ matter what.

But⁠‍⁠ how?

He‍​⁠ had no contacts‍ within the Empire.​​

Should‌​‌ he speak with​ the duke?

He‍‌ couldn’t. How could‍ he confess that,‌‍ despite the duke’s​‍​ trust and favor,‌⁠‍ he had acted‍⁠‌ on his own,‌ allying with a corrupt?

He⁠​ lived each day​‍⁠ with his stomach‌‌ clenched from anxiety‍‍ until a letter‍‌ arrived.

[Fridian‌​‌ will not be⁠‌ implicated, brother. Senior‍ Fernan promised me.​‍ So you can⁠​​ be at ease.]‍‍⁠

Just‌⁠​ a few lines.‍​

But‌​ for Adolf Fridian,‍‍‌ it was like‌‍‍ a journey to‍‌ heaven and hell‍ at the same‌‍‍ time.

“He‍ knew everything? The‍‍ brainwashing…?”

Of⁠⁠‌ course it had‍‌ broken. Or maybe‌‍‍ it hadn’t worked​‌ from the beginning.⁠‌

Daniel’s‌⁠‌ death proved it.​​

“Damn‍ idiot…”

A count of the​‌ Empire, a supposed​‍‌ corrupt who aimed⁠⁠ to destroy the‌‍‌ continent, and turned‍ out to be⁠‍ an imbecile.

How​​⁠ could he have⁠​ trusted someone so‌‍‌ stupid?

It‍‍ was too late‍ for regrets.

“What‍⁠ does that mean,‍‌‌ Aria? That letter.”​​⁠

“It’s⁠‍‌ literal, brother. They’ve⁠⁠ decided to overlook​⁠​ your alliance with⁠​ the corrupt. For‌ Fridian’s sake. So‌​‍ please, stop doing⁠⁠ foolish things.”

“The‍⁠​ brainwashing…?”

“It‌ never worked.”

“So‌⁠‌ they also knew‍ the count was‍‍⁠ corrupt?”

“Senior⁠‌‍ already knew everything.”‍

“Was‌ Pellenberg’s intelligence network​⁠ that powerful…?”

He’d‍‌ been toying with‍‌ them in the⁠ palm of his‍ hand.

Aria‌‍‍ insisted he trust⁠‍ Fernan, but Adolf​‍ couldn’t do it.⁠

Trust‌ in what? In​​‍ a man like⁠​‍ Pellenberg, who could‍‌ be as ruthless‍ as necessary?

Fridian‍⁠⁠ and Pellenberg did‍‌ maintain a relatively⁠ good relationship, yes,‌‌‌ but Pellenberg’s sinister​​ reputation extended throughout‌ the Empire.

“I‌‌​ must see him‍‌‍ in person. I want to know⁠‍‌ what he plans⁠⁠ to do with​ me and why‍‍‌ he has spared⁠ my life.”

“To​⁠‌ maintain the alliance‌‌⁠ with Fridian. If​​ it’s revealed that‌ you’re a corrupt,⁠‌ Fridian would be⁠‍‍ accused of treason.​ That would provoke⁠‌ a civil war‌ in the Empire,‌‌ and that’s exactly‌‍‍ what the demons‍⁠ want.”

The‌‌ reasoning sounded logical.​​​

But‍​‌ no matter how​ much his mind‍ understood it, his‌ heart couldn’t accept‌ it.

Especially‍‌ when he read​‌ the newspapers.

“Fernan,​ the hunter of​⁠ demons and corrupts,​⁠​ just leaves us​⁠ alone? He could​ eliminate me alone,‍ and yet he​ doesn’t.”

“Because​​ I asked him…”‍

“What‌​ are you, Aria?​‍ Fernan Pellenberg’s lover?”​​

“No,​‍ of course not…”‍‌‍

“I’m‌ going to ask‌‍ him directly.”

“Directly?”‌

Adolf‌ Fridian opened the‌​​ newspaper.

There‌‌ it was—Rosalia Vienderk‌ challenges in the⁠​ Dragon God Tournament.⁠‌⁠

“Rosalia​‌​ Vienderk’s sponsor is‍ Fernan Pellenberg. So​⁠‍ he will definitely⁠​‌ come.”

I’ll⁠ go find him.‌

And‌‍⁠ I’ll get the​‍‍ truth out of‍ him—what he plans‍‌ to do with​‍​ me.

***​⁠​

“And‌‍​ what is this​‌ now?”

Night‍⁠ had fallen and‌ Gismond still hadn’t‍ returned.

Looks​ like he’s enjoying‌​ his freedom, thought‌​ Fernan.

He‍‌ wasn’t worried.

The⁠⁠‍ security in Eargrath‌ was the best‌‌ on the continent.‌⁠‌ You could get​ drunk and pass‌⁠⁠ out on the​‍ street and no‍‍ one would rob‍​ you.

“Hehehe,‍⁠​ Fernan! Come on,​ say hi! This⁠​​ is my new‍⁠ big brother!”

But‍⁠‌ he didn’t expect‌‍‍ to run into‍ him the next⁠‍ day at the‍⁠‌ stadium entrance, in‍ that state.

“His‌ name is Adolf,​⁠‍ but don’t worry,⁠​‍ not that Adolf⁠ you’re thinking of.”​

He‌‍⁠ was babbling nonsense,⁠‍‌ his face red‌‍⁠ from drinking.

“Have‌​ you been drinking‍ since you woke⁠‌ up?”

“Huh?​⁠ No! I didn’t⁠ sleep, I drank⁠‍ all night. You⁠‍ don’t know how⁠‌‌ much I missed​ this! And it’s⁠‌ weird, I drank​‍‍ like crazy and⁠ still feel great!”​⁠​

Gismond​‌⁠ puffed out his‌​​ chest proudly, spouting‌‍ nonsense.

“If⁠​ you don’t calm​ down right now,‍‌‍ you’ll regret it.”⁠‌

Tsss—‌⁠

At‍ that moment, the‍‍‍ excess energy in‌⁠ his body evaporated‌​‍ like steam.

Gismond’s‍‌⁠ face returned to​⁠ its normal color.‍⁠

“Ugh…”​

Embarrassed,​‌ he hid behind‌‍‍ Fernan.

Then‍‍⁠ Fernan turned to‍⁠⁠ look at the‍ “brother” Gismond had​ brought.

Unlike​ him, he didn’t‌​‍ seem drunk.

“We’ve⁠ become brothers, Lord‍⁠​ Fernan. We had‍⁠​ a great conversation.”‌‌⁠

When‌​ their eyes met,‍⁠ Adolf tilted his⁠‌​ head slightly with⁠ a smile.

“It’s⁠ been a while,‍ young Fernan.”

“It⁠‍ has, senior Adolf.”⁠​⁠

“Senior,​‍⁠ huh… well, yes,‌ I did graduate‍‍⁠ a few years⁠‍ earlier.”

“Did‌⁠ you come to‍⁠‍ watch the Dragon‌ God Tournament?”

“Among‌ other things.”

“Among‌‍​ other things?”

“I‍​​ was planning to⁠​​ wait for you‌ in the VIP‍​‍ area, but thanks‍‌ to my new‍⁠‍ younger brother, we‌ met earlier than⁠‍ expected.”

So​ he was serious⁠⁠ about that “brothers”‌‌‍ thing?

“You​‍ were looking for​⁠ me, then?”

“Yes.‌​ Aria told me​ you already knew‌‍‌ about my involvement.”​

“Then‌ she must’ve told‍‍‍ you the rest‍‌ as well…”

If​‍​ he came to⁠ ask in person,‍ it meant he​‍ wasn’t at ease.​

He​ feared Fernan might⁠​ use that information‍‌‍ to blackmail or‍‌​ manipulate him.

And​ Fernan knew he‍ was right.

If‍‌‍ Daniel hadn’t tried⁠‍‌ to set a trap for Aint,​‌ he would have⁠‌⁠ let him live.‍‌

But​​ since that fool⁠⁠ tried to assassinate​‌​ him and ended⁠‌ up dead, Adolf‌ Fridian was left​ adrift.

“For​‌ now, will you​ come with me?”⁠​

Fernan‍‌ was VIP, so⁠⁠ he didn’t have‍‍⁠ to wait in⁠​ line. The priests‍⁠ guided him directly⁠ to the best⁠ seat, entering before​​⁠ anyone else.

The‍​⁠ empty seats filled⁠‌ quickly; the colossal‍‌​ stadium, with a capacity of over​⁠​ one hundred thousand,‌​ became a sea​​ of people in⁠​​ minutes.

Shortly⁠‍ after, the stars‌ of the day‌​ finally appeared—the two‍⁠ great mages.

Up‍ to that point,‌​⁠ Fernan hadn’t said‌ a single word.⁠

Adolf​ remained tense, his⁠‍ heart pounding hard.⁠

Each‌⁠ second felt like​ a minute.

“From⁠ the moment I met Professor Rosalia‌‍‌ to seeing her​ up there…”

Fernan⁠ picked a fruit‍ from the VIP‍⁠ guest platter a perfectly ripe golden​ melon.

“Do‍‌ you know how⁠‍​ many years have‌‌‌ passed?”

Adolf⁠ didn’t know. He​‌ had no way‍​ of knowing exactly​‌ when they had⁠ met.

Luckily,‌⁠​ Fernan wasn’t expecting⁠ an answer.

“It’s‌‍ been quite a few. I invested⁠ a lot of‍‌⁠ time and money,‌‍‍ and finally the⁠‍⁠ fruits have started​‌​ to ripen.”

He​⁠​ paused briefly.

“But‌⁠‍ even so, even‍‍‌ if I invested,‌⁠ none of it⁠ would’ve been possible⁠⁠‍ without her talent​ and determination. It​‌ was the synergy⁠ between the two‍​‌ of us that⁠‌ brought us here.”‍​

Though,​ to be fair,⁠​ it might still​‍ be too early‍‌ to talk about‌ results.

“Even‍‍ so, I have‍ no doubt that​ Professor Rosalia will⁠‌‌ become the new​ Archmage.”

Fernan​⁠​ smiled, and Adolf​‍‌ didn’t quite understand‌‍‍ what he was‍‍‍ trying to say.​​

“This‍ is the kind‍ of faith I mean.”

“What‍ do you mean⁠ by that?”

“Just‌‍ like Professor Rosalia‍‍‍ will take the‌ title of Archmage​‌‍ to the end.​ Just like Aint⁠ Armian rose as​‌⁠ a hero.”

Fernan⁠‍ rested his chin​​‌ on his hand.​⁠

“Do‍‍ you have that⁠‌⁠ same value, senior?‌‍⁠ Could you bloom​ the same way?”​

Could‌ I gain something​⁠ more valuable from‌‌⁠ you than simply​‌ disposing of you​‍‍ as a corrupt?‌‌​

If‍⁠⁠ so—

“I⁠ could help you⁠ achieve your ideal.”‍

“My​‍ ideal…”

Adolf’s⁠​⁠ ideal—for elves to⁠​‍ no longer be‍‍‌ discriminated against and​ to be accepted‍‌​ as true members⁠⁠‍ of the Empire.‍⁠

But.‌⁠

“Could‌ I…?”

His​‌ gaze fixed on​​ the field.

And‍​ in that instant—​

─────!⁠⁠​

Fire​‌‍ and ice clashed⁠⁠ violently.

The​ duel had begun.‍​‌

***​

It⁠⁠​ was the stage‌⁠​ she had longed​‌​ for so deeply.‌‍⁠

And‌ yet, Rosalia felt‌​ surprisingly calm—even to⁠‌⁠ herself.

‘Is​ it because I always knew this​‍ would happen?’

She‌​ knew that one​⁠⁠ day she’d be‍ on this stage.‌‌‌

She​ knew she’d claim⁠ the title of‌ Archmage.

From‍ the moment she‍​ made that decision,‍ she never doubted.‌

She‍‌‌ never thought she’d‌ fail, never thought​ she’d lose.

Maybe⁠ that’s why she⁠ wasn’t surprised—because for​ her, the result‍‌​ was natural.

Fwoosh—!‍

Ssshhh—!‌‍⁠

Fire‌ and ice devoured‌ each other, releasing​⁠ steam into the‍‍ air.

Magic‌ circles rose in‍ every direction.

The‍‌ clash between opposite‍​‌ elements was simple—no‍ need for strategy⁠​ or trickery, just​ pure power.

Mana⁠​‌ versus mana.

The⁠‌ greater devoured the‌‍ lesser.

The​⁠ more refined pierced‍⁠⁠ the cracks of⁠‌ the coarser.

That’s​​ why she was‌‍⁠ calm.

She⁠‌​ had drunk Fernan’s​ potions like water.​

The‌ youngest professor in⁠​​ the Academy’s history,​‍​ and now on‍ the verge of‌‌⁠ also becoming the​​ youngest Archmage—she couldn’t​‌⁠ afford to lose​​‌ in precision or‍ technique.

Some‍‍ would say it‌​ was arrogance, that⁠​ such pride would​‌‍ lead to defeat.‍‌‌

But‌‌‍ confidence backed by‌ skill isn’t arrogance—it’s​​‍ pure conviction.

─!‍⁠

─!‍‌

Fire‌‌‍ and ice intertwined⁠‍ relentlessly.

The‍ undissipated heat made‌​ the barriers protecting​⁠​ the stands vibrate;​⁠ shards of ice⁠⁠‍ clashed repeatedly.

Even‍ so, the shield‌ created by the⁠ first Pope and‍ reinforced by his‍⁠ successors held strong.​⁠‍

Unlike‌‍‌ duels between knights‍‍ or mixed battles,‍‍ the two mages‍‍‌ didn’t move a single step.

Their⁠ spells grew in‌⁠⁠ size, strength, and⁠​‍ violence.

The‍‍⁠ ground alternated between​‌⁠ rivers of lava‌‌ and glaciers.

─!‍‍

──!‌‍​

The⁠‌‌ spectacle was so‍‍ dazzling that the‍‍ crowd roared in‍​ excitement.

The‌‌​ stadium didn’t break,​⁠​ but the magnitude‍​ of the magic‍ was so apocalyptic‌‍‌ that the very⁠ air trembled.

“This‌​‌ is what the​​‌ Dragon God Tournament​​ is all about!”‍‍⁠

“If⁠​​ this were a normal city, it’d‍‍‍ be in ruins.”⁠​

“Who’s​‌⁠ going to win?​ They seem evenly‍ matched.”

“Obviously‍‌ Bador Erbeto. Rosalia⁠⁠ Vienderk may be⁠⁠ a genius, but​ she’s still way⁠‌‌ too young.”

Rosalia‌⁠ hadn’t even turned‌​​ thirty yet.

She​ had proven her‍​ brilliance by becoming‌⁠ the youngest professor​ in Academy history‍‍ and earning the⁠‌‍ right to challenge​ for the title‍ of Archmage, but⁠⁠ many still doubted​⁠ her victory.

Among⁠⁠⁠ them, Adolf Fridian.‍⁠

“Lord‍⁠ Fernan, do you‍ really believe Professor​‌‍ Rosalia can become⁠‌ an Archmage?”

“Of⁠​ course. I don’t​ invest in anything​ that has no​⁠ future, and everything​⁠‌ I invest in‌ shines in the​‌‍ end.”

Rosalia‌⁠‍ Vienderk was his‍⁠ most special project—the​ person in whom‍‍​ he had invested‌ the most time‌‍ and money.

Her‍‍ goal wasn’t to‌⁠⁠ remain a professor,‍ nor even just‍​ become an Archmage,⁠​ or even rector‍ of the Academy.‌⁠

She‍⁠‍ aimed far higher.‌

That’s‍⁠‍ why she couldn’t⁠⁠‍ fall here.

“Then,⁠​ did you say​‍‌ all that because‌⁠ you think I have that same⁠‌‍ potential?”

“I​ was the one​ asking the question,‌⁠‌ senior.”

“I‍​‌ don’t know. I’ve‍​ dreamed of becoming‌‍ the greatest knight,‌⁠⁠ but the title‍‌‌ of Royal Knight‌ isn’t won by⁠‍ will alone.”

That’s⁠ why he made‌⁠ that deal with⁠⁠ the corrupt.

Wasn’t⁠ it natural to‍‌ bet on the⁠ side with the‌ highest chances?

If⁠‍ he’d been sure⁠⁠‌ he could become‌ a Royal Knight,⁠‌ he’d never have‍‌⁠ sought out the‍‌ corrupt.

“If‌​​ I had succeeded,⁠‌​ I’d have engraved‌⁠ the name of⁠‌‍ Fridian in history.”⁠​

At⁠‍ that moment, Fernan​​​ and Gismond let​ out a slight⁠ sigh, as if⁠​⁠ a memory had‌‍‍ slipped into their⁠ minds.

【“So⁠​ envious… to be​⁠‌ a Royal Knight⁠‌ at that age.”⁠‌​

The‍ land, devastated. An⁠‌ elf corrupted by‍‌ cursed magic wept​ blood.

“Do​‍ you regret it⁠ now? Because of⁠​ you, the Empire⁠ was split! Do‌‌⁠ you know how⁠​ many died to​‍‍ stop your rebellion?”​‌

Aint​ shouted, full of⁠‌‍ fury.

“You‍‍ should thank Aria.‌​​ If it weren’t⁠‍ for her, Fridian‍ would have disappeared‍ from this world.”‍‍⁠

“Do‌‌​ you think I wanted this?”

Do‍​‌ you think I wanted it?

“If⁠⁠ the elves hadn’t‌ been oppressed! If⁠‌ I’d had power​ like yours! If⁠​ I’d had your​⁠ talent!”

Then‍⁠‌ I would have​ been a Royal‍​ Knight.

“I​⁠ would have raised‌​ Fridian to the‌‍ heavens! Do you‌ know what it⁠‌ feels like, to‌‌​ be trampled and⁠‍ despised for centuries⁠‍ until you can’t⁠‍ take it anymore?”‌​

“How‍ ridiculous.”

Aint⁠ smiled coldly.

“Aria‍ chose a different⁠ path. That’s why‍ Fridian was improving.‌‌​ If it weren’t⁠⁠⁠ for you…”

And‍⁠​ then he added.​

“You‍‌⁠ say you didn’t⁠ have the talent​​‌ to be a Royal Knight? No.‍‍‌ If you had‌ kept training, if​​ you hadn’t been​ tempted by the‌⁠ corrupt, you would’ve​‍‍ achieved it someday.”​

Because⁠‌ the first Royal‌ Knight said so.”】‍​​

“If‌‌​ he’s Aria’s cousin,⁠⁠ then he’s also‍⁠‍ like a brother⁠‌ to me. I’ll⁠ call you brother⁠⁠ from now on.”‍‌

Fernan​‌‌ shook Adolf’s hand.‍‍⁠

And‍‌ at that very⁠​​ moment—

─────!⁠

A massive explosion shook⁠ the entire stadium.​

The‌⁠⁠ roar and shockwave​⁠ made the barriers⁠​⁠ tremble as if‍‍​ they were about‌‌ to shatter.

When⁠⁠ the steam completely​‌‍ cleared—

“R-Rosalia⁠⁠‍ Vienderk has won!”‌

“A‍‌⁠ new Archmage is⁠ born!”

“My​​​ money!”

Before⁠‌ the completely frozen‌‌​ body of Duke‌ Bador Erbeto, everyone⁠ understood that a new era had⁠⁠ begun.

“……”‍

The‍ victor didn’t raise​​ her hand or‍‌ proclaim her victory.‌

Rosalia‍‌ slowly turned toward​‍​ the VIP booth.⁠‌⁠

Fernan.​​

She⁠‌‍ wanted to tell‍⁠ him proudly:

Your‍ investment wasn’t in​‌‍ vain.

I am Rosalia Vienderk,​​ the woman who⁠​‌ accomplishes everything she⁠⁠ sets out to‌​​ do.

“…What​‌‌ is he doing?”‍

But‌‌ Fernan wasn’t looking⁠‍⁠ at her.

He‌‍⁠ wasn’t congratulating her.​‍

He‌⁠⁠ was holding hands⁠ with an elf,‌‍ talking nonstop.

Rosalia⁠ knew that expression‌​‌ well, that look.​⁠​

“…You‌ got caught, huh?”‍‌

Whoever‌⁠​ it was, they​‌ weren’t going to⁠ escape Fernan’s grasp⁠‍ easily.

Even⁠​⁠ so, no matter‌‌​ how “juicy” the‌‌ prey, to get⁠ distracted at this​ moment—

“You’re‍‌ shameless, Fernan Pellenberg.”⁠

Rosalia’s⁠⁠⁠ lip curled in‍‍ irritation.

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